"Mom, honey, I've got the water ready. Let me wash your feet."At eight o'clock in the evening, Selene Wilson and her mother, Carrie Cooper, had just returned from their family meeting. As usual, Scott Radley, who had finished cleaning the house, came over with two basins of warm water in hand.But tonight, something was different. Neither of them moved. Their faces were cold, distant. Carrie picked up her beloved poodle, cooing at it as if it were her own child. Then, without warning, she lashed out, sending one of the basins flying with a sharp kick. Water splashed across the floor."All you do is wash feet every day. What a useless man!" she snapped.In that moment, something broke inside Scott—something he had held back for a long, long time. He had endured their disdain in silence, the biting words, the endless humiliations. To them, he was nothing more than a low-paid clerk, a burden. Even the poodle in Carrie's arms held a higher status in this household."Here. Look this
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